VSS: Jun. 29, 2022 – Survival
As a child, survival meant becoming small, silent, erasing myself or breaking off pieces. Wanting was dangerous, get rid of it. Noise was dangerous, get rid of it. Presence was dangerous, get rid of it. Until nothing was left to prove I was there.
VSS: FEB. 2, 2021 – Danger
I will never be alone. I forever carry my mother’s voice with me. In my head the word ‘danger’ echoes, inescapable. Stairs, danger. Eating, danger. Ice, danger. People, danger. That word, her fear, is her legacy to me.
VSS: Oct. 27, 2020 – Organ
What a fascinating organ, the human heart. It can be warm and tender, a wellspring of passion, a font of grace. That same lump of tissue, mistreated and abused, can still survive by becoming hard, cold and impenetrable.
VSS: Sept. 19, 2019 – Cavernous
The hole in my chest is cavernous. It should be impossible for a human body to contain this much emptiness. The echoes created there ripple out between past and present, creating confusion between the then and the now. I survive with one foot nailed in the past.
We often ask ourselves ‘Why Bother?’ as we are healing. We ask it when we are hurting, or when the amount of work seems too much, or in those moments when we feel we are not ‘enough’ of what we want to be. In those moments, remember, you are a light. You may not feel…
You’re telling me what?
CPTSD meme: Let me get this straight. You’re telling me that I spent my childhood building all these defences and now…
I can’t tell? Is this fear?
CPTSD meme: I can’t tell? Is this fear?
Goodreads – A short note
Hi folks. I realized today that my writing over at Goodreads is not exactly what I would define as ‘readily available.’ So, to prevent myself from needing to look for the link, and waste 15 minutes in the process, I’m parking the link here. https://www.goodreads.com/story/list/98748016 Most of these stories are exceedingly short. Snippets, things that…